30 April 2010

Frustration …

Is getting me knackered. Going over the same old ground, repeating myself, hitting the same brick walls!

Is it so difficult to hear something, understand it and do it? Has the world gone totally mad and incapable? OK, maybe not the whole world but, certainly people I have to deal with daily and occasionally, too many cannot do what they should do.

This goes from people not being able to comprehend how a dirty cup becomes a clean cup and the processes involved and how they should be part of that process to large organisations such as HM Tax & Revenue who can confuse a general question with a statement of fact and totally screw up my income.

My list of the incapable and incompetent is just too long and is tipping the balance and driving me nuts. I DO NOT need or want to have at least part of every day when I get angry, I shouldn’t have to.

There is so much good going on in my life, I want to be able to enjoy it more. Can I live the ‘Walton’s’ life just for a few weeks?

Goodnight John-Boy

Frustration …

Is getting me knackered. Going over the same old ground, repeating myself, hitting the same brick walls!

Is it so difficult to hear something, understand it and do it? Has the world gone totally mad and incapable? OK, maybe not the whole world but, certainly people I have to deal with daily and occasionally, too many cannot do what they should do.

This goes from people not being able to comprehend how a dirty cup becomes a clean cup and the processes involved and how they should be part of that process to large organisations such as HM Tax & Revenue who can confuse a general question with a statement of fact and totally screw up my income.

My list of the incapable and incompetent is just too long and is tipping the balance and driving me nuts. I DO NOT need or want to have at least part of every day when I get angry, I shouldn’t have to.

There is so much good going on in my life, I want to be able to enjoy it more. Can I live the ‘Walton’s’ life just for a few weeks?

Goodnight John-Boy

27 April 2010

Happy Birthday Daisy Jane

Yay, 17 today!

Happy Birthday Daisy Jane

Yay, 17 today!

Why can I never get above that certain percentage?

Why is it that no matter how hard I try, for everything that goes right in my life, something else has to go equally wrong to counter it and, more often than not, to tip the balance away from right and down into very right?

What I want most out of life (apart from world peace) is to help people, make them happy and, in return, to have some happiness myself and, just maybe, some appreciation and the slightest degree of effort put back. All too often though I am on this single handed attempt to do the right thing up against those who have to see the worst in me.

I am not perfect, I am anything but perfect. Why then, if I am not God, do I often feel my world stops if I am not about or, if not ‘stops’ then falls apart?

I will keep going as long as I can find the energy but I have been on reserve power for a long time now and I cannot find a charging point so, soon I’ll be spent

No matter what though I am going to work with people who make life worth living, who I can see need me.

Seeing people I love torn apart by thoughtlessness and and pointless bickering is doing my head in, what’s that all about? With all the wicked things there are on this planet, can’t we all just get along? In the great scheme of things, even within our own small circle, these arguments are insignificant. It’s sometimes like, life is so boring that some shit needs to be thrown in to make it interesting … hey, I don’t need this sort of interesting!

Why can I never get above that certain percentage?

Why is it that no matter how hard I try, for everything that goes right in my life, something else has to go equally wrong to counter it and, more often than not, to tip the balance away from right and down into very right?

What I want most out of life (apart from world peace) is to help people, make them happy and, in return, to have some happiness myself and, just maybe, some appreciation and the slightest degree of effort put back. All too often though I am on this single handed attempt to do the right thing up against those who have to see the worst in me.

I am not perfect, I am anything but perfect. Why then, if I am not God, do I often feel my world stops if I am not about or, if not ‘stops’ then falls apart?

I will keep going as long as I can find the energy but I have been on reserve power for a long time now and I cannot find a charging point so, soon I’ll be spent

No matter what though I am going to work with people who make life worth living, who I can see need me.

Seeing people I love torn apart by thoughtlessness and and pointless bickering is doing my head in, what’s that all about? With all the wicked things there are on this planet, can’t we all just get along? In the great scheme of things, even within our own small circle, these arguments are insignificant. It’s sometimes like, life is so boring that some shit needs to be thrown in to make it interesting … hey, I don’t need this sort of interesting!

24 April 2010

:-)

James is doing me proud. He should be really happy with the way he is transforming himself. With that side of the family, if things keep going as they are doing, 2010 promises to be a very good year indeed.

Sadly. not all my friends are happy. I wish I could help but I can’t think of anything other than that which I have suggested and, I just don’t think that’s enough.

My allergies have really been messing me about, it’s not nice but, I know what the problem is so I can work through it, I am not, as far as I know, dyeing.

:-)

James is doing me proud. He should be really happy with the way he is transforming himself. With that side of the family, if things keep going as they are doing, 2010 promises to be a very good year indeed.

Sadly. not all my friends are happy. I wish I could help but I can’t think of anything other than that which I have suggested and, I just don’t think that’s enough.

My allergies have really been messing me about, it’s not nice but, I know what the problem is so I can work through it, I am not, as far as I know, dyeing.

16 April 2010

Growing Up

Wow, I am going back some 30+ years here.

Was chatting to someone very special earlier and we touched on this subject.

All my childhood I felt like the square peg ‘they’ were trying to squeeze into the round hole. I really didn’t fit in with anyone, no pigeon hole quite suited me. In my teens that was multiplied many times over! I either had no confidence or too much confidence according to what group I was with. The balance was never really there. Young kids thought I was God, kids my own age thought I was a dog and adults thought I was what the dog left behind, well, that was how it seemed.

Because of that, around adults I had no clue and was forever getting it wrong. I’d be trusting and confident with a ‘grown up’ and they’d treat me like a kid or I’d be shy and timid and they’d think I was weird for not behaving like their equal. It seemed an unwinnable situation to me.

Hell, I was well into my 30’s before I realised that most people felt the same way and we’d find that out if we stopped assuming, bothered to ask and they were honest. Some of the most confident outward sort of people are shitting bricks inside.

Something else difficult to explain is that, well, you know when you think … “I can’t wait to grow up”, well, wait cos it never happens! There had never been a part of my life where I have felt like a grown up. Sure, I know more stuff so am more confident in my thinking but, the doubts are still there, the need to have someone tell me I am a good boy and have done something right! Sounds pathetic but I reckon a lot of people feel that way no matter how hard they try.

So, anyway, fairly screwed up and not fitting in it seemed obvious to me that I was not meant for the life choices handed me, none of them worked well for me. There was always something, some alternate life just around the corner, just out of reach. It was obviously there because it has to be impossible to be so certain something is missing without it existing. My trouble is, I think I got so busy looking that, quite possible I miss what it actually is.

This goes back to that little boy. The need to be special to someone else, to be a good boy and valued. Maybe if we feel no one cares for long enough we reject it when it happens because it becomes so special to us we don’t want to lose it, we have to know it is the real thing first. Obviously, we can’t know that, it has to be on trust but that’s really difficult with a history of hurt.

Of course, I am a lot older now and, probably, a little wiser than my teen self. Even so, I still have that feeling that something else is meant for me, I am meant to be something more. What I am wondering more now though is, could it be I am not seeing the forest for the trees?

Looking back on my dreams from the past, every one of them came true. Not that it happened anything like how I would have imagined it but, it still happened. Is that destiny, Karma? Nah, I just think it was me seeing something amazing and grabbing it with both hands. My insisting that ‘no’ was not the answer I was looking for so ‘try again until you get it right!’

In my mind I am convinced that I shall be a lottery winner and possibly be able to relax when not helping others, a part of me I value above all else. The reality my logical brain goes to is different. That tells me the gravy train is leaving town and I am gonna be an old fart left with nothing probably too scared to put the heating on.

Look, we have shit in our lives, live with it. Forget the shit and how ‘shit’ it is, look at what isn’t shit. I have been lucky enough to have 4 kids and, so far, two grandkids. I have also met and value many friends and my family if forever growing. Yes, life could be better but, it could be a lot worse too and, if that happens, I am gonna just have to accept most of the blame for that. If I am only half the man I think I am, I should be OK when I am older. If I am just kidding myself about who I am then, well, then I am screwed!

How amazing is this … people are alive today because I exist, wow!

Growing Up

Wow, I am going back some 30+ years here.

Was chatting to someone very special earlier and we touched on this subject.

All my childhood I felt like the square peg ‘they’ were trying to squeeze into the round hole. I really didn’t fit in with anyone, no pigeon hole quite suited me. In my teens that was multiplied many times over! I either had no confidence or too much confidence according to what group I was with. The balance was never really there. Young kids thought I was God, kids my own age thought I was a dog and adults thought I was what the dog left behind, well, that was how it seemed.

Because of that, around adults I had no clue and was forever getting it wrong. I’d be trusting and confident with a ‘grown up’ and they’d treat me like a kid or I’d be shy and timid and they’d think I was weird for not behaving like their equal. It seemed an unwinnable situation to me.

Hell, I was well into my 30’s before I realised that most people felt the same way and we’d find that out if we stopped assuming, bothered to ask and they were honest. Some of the most confident outward sort of people are shitting bricks inside.

Something else difficult to explain is that, well, you know when you think … “I can’t wait to grow up”, well, wait cos it never happens! There had never been a part of my life where I have felt like a grown up. Sure, I know more stuff so am more confident in my thinking but, the doubts are still there, the need to have someone tell me I am a good boy and have done something right! Sounds pathetic but I reckon a lot of people feel that way no matter how hard they try.

So, anyway, fairly screwed up and not fitting in it seemed obvious to me that I was not meant for the life choices handed me, none of them worked well for me. There was always something, some alternate life just around the corner, just out of reach. It was obviously there because it has to be impossible to be so certain something is missing without it existing. My trouble is, I think I got so busy looking that, quite possible I miss what it actually is.

This goes back to that little boy. The need to be special to someone else, to be a good boy and valued. Maybe if we feel no one cares for long enough we reject it when it happens because it becomes so special to us we don’t want to lose it, we have to know it is the real thing first. Obviously, we can’t know that, it has to be on trust but that’s really difficult with a history of hurt.

Of course, I am a lot older now and, probably, a little wiser than my teen self. Even so, I still have that feeling that something else is meant for me, I am meant to be something more. What I am wondering more now though is, could it be I am not seeing the forest for the trees?

Looking back on my dreams from the past, every one of them came true. Not that it happened anything like how I would have imagined it but, it still happened. Is that destiny, Karma? Nah, I just think it was me seeing something amazing and grabbing it with both hands. My insisting that ‘no’ was not the answer I was looking for so ‘try again until you get it right!’

In my mind I am convinced that I shall be a lottery winner and possibly be able to relax when not helping others, a part of me I value above all else. The reality my logical brain goes to is different. That tells me the gravy train is leaving town and I am gonna be an old fart left with nothing probably too scared to put the heating on.

Look, we have shit in our lives, live with it. Forget the shit and how ‘shit’ it is, look at what isn’t shit. I have been lucky enough to have 4 kids and, so far, two grandkids. I have also met and value many friends and my family if forever growing. Yes, life could be better but, it could be a lot worse too and, if that happens, I am gonna just have to accept most of the blame for that. If I am only half the man I think I am, I should be OK when I am older. If I am just kidding myself about who I am then, well, then I am screwed!

How amazing is this … people are alive today because I exist, wow!

12 April 2010

Two games I like to play …

They are:

The ‘What if something never happened?’ game which means, if you could travel back in time and change things, what would you change and, would you actually be better off or, could it actually have stopped you getting something you value?

The ‘What would I do if I won big on the lottery?’ game which is, rather self explanatory.

For the first I have normally concluded that I could barely so much as tinker with the shit that has happened in my life without losing something I value right now. I can’t have ever persuaded the younger me to come out at 20 like I wanted to. I may have had a good life but, what I am quite certain about is that I would not have the friends I have now, would not have my kids and my grandkids. That is a price too high to pay. One thing I know, well, I ‘think’ I know is that I could have said ‘yes’ to my mum to buying her something from Sainsbury’s. I have always felt guilty saying no and … bugger, you see, there we go again. That one moment defined a part of me that it probably vital to who I am now. It kicked me in the arse and made me realised to not say no unless I have to because I never know what could happen if I do. Buggerations cos I was so certain I could alter that one and it would not change anything. Think about it honestly, what could you change without losing part of your personality, your friends, maybe your family?

The winning lottery ticket is in my hand … what do I do? You see, I’d have thought the answers would come easily and, if I were many years younger, maybe they would but, I have things that matter to me that are too important to lose but then, when would I ever get another chance?

Do I like living in England? Well, up until now, no, not really. I detest our awful weather, the nanny state, the class system, the inequality. So, I can go anywhere, where do I go and, if not, why not?

First reaction, go to Florida, I can live with the occasional hurricane but wait … if we go there, me and Deej are no longer married, we are just another gay could living together with no rights at all. I don’t like that at all. So, nice place to visit, I am not going to live there. Gran Canaria maybe? Well, it’s big but it is still an island, I’d get bored and feel trapped. I am not sure I want to learn another language. I don’t like that they seem to smoke wherever they feel like despite a smoking ban, the tourists would probably piss me off too. Erm, that rules out most of Spain then. South of France? Just about the same reasons as Spain, oh dear. Further north and it is too cold. Australia maybe or New Zealand? Hmm, Oz, maybe but then, they are not exactly renowned for their tolerance of difference. One other really important thing. Spain and France are a short flight away, when kids miss me or I miss them, they or I can get on a plane but, the other side of the planet? I don’t think that can work. My long standing conclusion seems to be … be based here regardless of the bits I don’t like and just disappear elsewhere when the mood takes me … when I write ‘me’ and ‘I’ then take that to mean, anyone who is with me. On that one question, who’d be with me (apart from Deej of course) I have few answers that I am truly happy with. I can’t imagine Matt and Anne wanting to up and move anywhere out of Northampton. I am not even sure Sean could drag himself away. Zoey, most probably. Jermaine, that would be the biggest wrench as moving away would mean barely ever seeing him, I am not sure I could handle that. Robin, I think would follow. James I would prefer to follow because he’s part of the family and should be around Josh as well as Daisy and Sean but then, if they never went then James would have no need either … you see, too many damn question when a huge injection of cash should be offering solutions! A new car … yes, a simple one … except, choosing which new car, that’s hard but I suspect fun working it out.

On another, not too unrelated note … I need photography practise … should anyone want some experimental pictures taken, please ask me!

Two games I like to play …

They are:

The ‘What if something never happened?’ game which means, if you could travel back in time and change things, what would you change and, would you actually be better off or, could it actually have stopped you getting something you value?

The ‘What would I do if I won big on the lottery?’ game which is, rather self explanatory.

For the first I have normally concluded that I could barely so much as tinker with the shit that has happened in my life without losing something I value right now. I can’t have ever persuaded the younger me to come out at 20 like I wanted to. I may have had a good life but, what I am quite certain about is that I would not have the friends I have now, would not have my kids and my grandkids. That is a price too high to pay. One thing I know, well, I ‘think’ I know is that I could have said ‘yes’ to my mum to buying her something from Sainsbury’s. I have always felt guilty saying no and … bugger, you see, there we go again. That one moment defined a part of me that it probably vital to who I am now. It kicked me in the arse and made me realised to not say no unless I have to because I never know what could happen if I do. Buggerations cos I was so certain I could alter that one and it would not change anything. Think about it honestly, what could you change without losing part of your personality, your friends, maybe your family?

The winning lottery ticket is in my hand … what do I do? You see, I’d have thought the answers would come easily and, if I were many years younger, maybe they would but, I have things that matter to me that are too important to lose but then, when would I ever get another chance?

Do I like living in England? Well, up until now, no, not really. I detest our awful weather, the nanny state, the class system, the inequality. So, I can go anywhere, where do I go and, if not, why not?

First reaction, go to Florida, I can live with the occasional hurricane but wait … if we go there, me and Deej are no longer married, we are just another gay could living together with no rights at all. I don’t like that at all. So, nice place to visit, I am not going to live there. Gran Canaria maybe? Well, it’s big but it is still an island, I’d get bored and feel trapped. I am not sure I want to learn another language. I don’t like that they seem to smoke wherever they feel like despite a smoking ban, the tourists would probably piss me off too. Erm, that rules out most of Spain then. South of France? Just about the same reasons as Spain, oh dear. Further north and it is too cold. Australia maybe or New Zealand? Hmm, Oz, maybe but then, they are not exactly renowned for their tolerance of difference. One other really important thing. Spain and France are a short flight away, when kids miss me or I miss them, they or I can get on a plane but, the other side of the planet? I don’t think that can work. My long standing conclusion seems to be … be based here regardless of the bits I don’t like and just disappear elsewhere when the mood takes me … when I write ‘me’ and ‘I’ then take that to mean, anyone who is with me. On that one question, who’d be with me (apart from Deej of course) I have few answers that I am truly happy with. I can’t imagine Matt and Anne wanting to up and move anywhere out of Northampton. I am not even sure Sean could drag himself away. Zoey, most probably. Jermaine, that would be the biggest wrench as moving away would mean barely ever seeing him, I am not sure I could handle that. Robin, I think would follow. James I would prefer to follow because he’s part of the family and should be around Josh as well as Daisy and Sean but then, if they never went then James would have no need either … you see, too many damn question when a huge injection of cash should be offering solutions! A new car … yes, a simple one … except, choosing which new car, that’s hard but I suspect fun working it out.

On another, not too unrelated note … I need photography practise … should anyone want some experimental pictures taken, please ask me!

10 April 2010

I don’t wanna …

… ever lose my memory

I dunno, it could be stress of lack of sleep but both my memory and concentration are going tits up and have been for a few months now and I really hate it.

I have not gone doolaly, not yet anyway (still time) but if this is a sample of what losing marbles is like then I don’t much like it. I start saying something and then nothing, total blank. I am forgetting names, forgetting what day of the week it is even. Some things I remember with perfect clarity, indeed, most things I do but the processing time seems a lot longer than I am used to, sometimes though, the memory doesn’t come at all and I draw a blank and on important things too like family names, how wrong is that?

Anyway, hopefully I am still sort of useful.

Zoey’s social worker came round earlier. During the meeting she asked what I did for a break. Not because my memory is lacking but because it is reality, I had nothing to give her, what the hell is a break?

I remember the USA in 2004 for one week and another week in 2007 to Gran Canaria, they were the only times I’d say I have had a break, the sort where I can think and stop worrying about everything else for a while. The social worker was asking about afternoons or, like it’s ever gonna happen, weekends! Like I have time to ever truly relax for such a short period. The only time I was able to relax for short periods was when Tony was alive. I used his place as a sanctuary. There was no phone signal there. I could just turn up and go to bed if I wanted to knowing that if anyone tried to get hold of me they couldn’t, it was a good feeling and Tony, always looked after me, bless him.

This world of grown up pressures is scary and stress is a horrible thing.

I don’t wanna …

… ever lose my memory

I dunno, it could be stress of lack of sleep but both my memory and concentration are going tits up and have been for a few months now and I really hate it.

I have not gone doolaly, not yet anyway (still time) but if this is a sample of what losing marbles is like then I don’t much like it. I start saying something and then nothing, total blank. I am forgetting names, forgetting what day of the week it is even. Some things I remember with perfect clarity, indeed, most things I do but the processing time seems a lot longer than I am used to, sometimes though, the memory doesn’t come at all and I draw a blank and on important things too like family names, how wrong is that?

Anyway, hopefully I am still sort of useful.

Zoey’s social worker came round earlier. During the meeting she asked what I did for a break. Not because my memory is lacking but because it is reality, I had nothing to give her, what the hell is a break?

I remember the USA in 2004 for one week and another week in 2007 to Gran Canaria, they were the only times I’d say I have had a break, the sort where I can think and stop worrying about everything else for a while. The social worker was asking about afternoons or, like it’s ever gonna happen, weekends! Like I have time to ever truly relax for such a short period. The only time I was able to relax for short periods was when Tony was alive. I used his place as a sanctuary. There was no phone signal there. I could just turn up and go to bed if I wanted to knowing that if anyone tried to get hold of me they couldn’t, it was a good feeling and Tony, always looked after me, bless him.

This world of grown up pressures is scary and stress is a horrible thing.

01 April 2010

Happy Families – How to Maintain Them (in too many complicated steps)

All families, yes, even for those who are old enough to remember, even the Waltons and the Ingles had differences and difficulties which they had to overcome for the greater good of the family as a unit.

As I see it, families are not about the here and now, it is a long term investment in people. When the bonds are strong enough then it is not a matter of hate and rejection but more temporary like or dislike. It is entirely compatible to love someone deeply yet, at the same time, to dislike them intensely. It all rather depends on a number of factors in any order, quantity or combination.

This means that a single disagreement can feel, at the time, like the end of an era, the beginning of the end, the end of the family as we know it. The emphasise has to be on the word ‘feel’. Much of what goes wrong in families is perceptual dysfunction and bad or no communication.

At some time it may be sensible to have one person tell another that perhaps they are not particularly happy with what they have just done. It may be ‘sensible’ but not always easy. Indeed, if either or both concerned are not fully in control of their emotions the door is open for misunderstandings and defensiveness which will lead to further miscommunication. It is too easy, when confronted with a negative, to reply with a negative. Let me give an example:

“You just took my shirt, you should have asked” Says person ‘A’

Person ‘B’ replies with: “Yeah, and you took my shirt last week so I reckon we’re even”

Already the conversation is confrontational. It is not looking at the bigger, long term picture. The objective both parties want is for them to get along and show a little more respect for each other. To achieve this the conversation would be better going like this:

“You just took my shirt, you should have asked” Says person ‘A’

To which person ‘B’ should have replied: “I’m sorry, I shall ask next time”.

Now, person ‘B’ may not feel sorry, they may feel aggrieved but what will that achieve them? Using the method I have shown above, the result in the long term will both ‘A’ and ‘B’ moving toward a little more future respect especially if they both remember the conversation and pointedly and politely ask each other in future. It is worth considering that, not everyone thinks the same and has the same values so a compromise needs to be reached.

One person may be little bothered or not bothered at all about others in the family helping themselves to their things whereas, other family members may be highly bothered. Another area of conflict then arises, the perception of double standards and contradiction.

A person who places a high degree of ownership on their personal property needs to transfer those same values on the property of others. In our scenario above, person ‘B’ may be very laid back about their property and generally unconcerned about person ‘A’ borrowing them whereas, person ‘A’ is very precious about their things and expects people to ask first. Both are actually OK about the borrowing of their items yet both expect a different method of approach. Therefore, in our example, person ‘A’ has two options. They either always ask person ‘B’ before borrowing things as they expect others to do to them or, they ease their ownership values to equalise with person ‘B’

Competition has no place within families except during those times designated as ‘games’ and where each family member has agreed that they can compete over an objective.

In a family there is a designated and historical hierarchy which is normally established around generational positions. Therefore, the eldest in the family such as Grandparents are afforded the greatest respect followed by parents and children. A the children become adults they are afforded a higher status but will still need to respect their parents and eldest relatives. The main change is the relationship between siblings. During childhood they may have had an age related status but in adulthood that status needs to be given away and forgotten. All siblings should consider themselves equal in adulthood. Sibling rivalry may seem like a healthy pastime in childhood but, if continued into adult life will almost certainly cause friction. We should all strive to be proud of the achievements of our siblings, to respect their possessions and not seek to compete by insisting on the same things in our own life. Part of this is fully comprehending that they are not competing for parental respect or ‘love’. Most if not all parents have the ability to love equally all their children. No parent has to have a favourite, that is a choice and, a very unhealthy pursuit it is too. All children should be considered equal in our degree of love for them else they will develop feeling inferior, it will prevent them having the best possible start in life.

As if sibling rivalry was not a large enough issue within families the matter is further complicated when others are brought into the family, boyfriends, girlfriends and significant others add another dimension to the family dynamics.

Many ‘outsiders’ feel the need to fight for their rights, for their position at the side of the family member. This is totally unnecessary in most cases. Quite often the partner of our children are welcomed into the family alongside our own children. But, there is a set of rules and understandings to be brought into this equation and there as many different variants to that as there are families. Every family has their communication rules, their expectations, their standard rules of behaviour between themselves and around the house. Mad and inconceivable as it may sound, quite often, all of these are equally valid for all their differences. It is generally not difficult to understand the way each family works and it is no good at all for a person coming into a family to try and force their own family values on their new family. What works brilliantly in one family could be totally unacceptable in another and both families are correct. So, for example, one family may expect their children to do very little around the house and to payroll their children whereas another family expects their children to do chores and pay their way. Both household rules and expectations differ considerably but both are correct. This mean that the child of the first household needs to quickly learn to offer to do things and occasionally dip their hands to their pocket for one household yet, it is perfectly acceptable for them to sit and waited on in another. This is just a normal way of things and has to be respected totally for the complicated family situation to work.

I could continue this for some time, I am hoping that, by now, those who need to understand it have done so. Within my own family there has been some serious errors of communication recently and some difficult adjusting from those who still, after some time, consider themselves on the outside of the family looking in. There is, to my knowledge, no one actually on the outside of this family looking in from those who may consider themselves to be the weekend visitors to this house. Everyone is part of this family. Temporary disagreements are just that. How long they last depends entirely on the one who feels aggrieved and how long they want them to last. In this case, things have been said which were all true. That they were true does not mean that things cannot change with the desire to make them change. We do not always get things right in life, indeed, some times we get them very wrong. Where families have their strength is in their ability to understand the very simple fact, and the main backbone of this blog, just because we sometimes don’t like each other, doesn’t mean we stop loving each other.

Happy Families – How to Maintain Them (in too many complicated steps)

All families, yes, even for those who are old enough to remember, even the Waltons and the Ingles had differences and difficulties which they had to overcome for the greater good of the family as a unit.

As I see it, families are not about the here and now, it is a long term investment in people. When the bonds are strong enough then it is not a matter of hate and rejection but more temporary like or dislike. It is entirely compatible to love someone deeply yet, at the same time, to dislike them intensely. It all rather depends on a number of factors in any order, quantity or combination.

This means that a single disagreement can feel, at the time, like the end of an era, the beginning of the end, the end of the family as we know it. The emphasise has to be on the word ‘feel’. Much of what goes wrong in families is perceptual dysfunction and bad or no communication.

At some time it may be sensible to have one person tell another that perhaps they are not particularly happy with what they have just done. It may be ‘sensible’ but not always easy. Indeed, if either or both concerned are not fully in control of their emotions the door is open for misunderstandings and defensiveness which will lead to further miscommunication. It is too easy, when confronted with a negative, to reply with a negative. Let me give an example:

“You just took my shirt, you should have asked” Says person ‘A’

Person ‘B’ replies with: “Yeah, and you took my shirt last week so I reckon we’re even”

Already the conversation is confrontational. It is not looking at the bigger, long term picture. The objective both parties want is for them to get along and show a little more respect for each other. To achieve this the conversation would be better going like this:

“You just took my shirt, you should have asked” Says person ‘A’

To which person ‘B’ should have replied: “I’m sorry, I shall ask next time”.

Now, person ‘B’ may not feel sorry, they may feel aggrieved but what will that achieve them? Using the method I have shown above, the result in the long term will both ‘A’ and ‘B’ moving toward a little more future respect especially if they both remember the conversation and pointedly and politely ask each other in future. It is worth considering that, not everyone thinks the same and has the same values so a compromise needs to be reached.

One person may be little bothered or not bothered at all about others in the family helping themselves to their things whereas, other family members may be highly bothered. Another area of conflict then arises, the perception of double standards and contradiction.

A person who places a high degree of ownership on their personal property needs to transfer those same values on the property of others. In our scenario above, person ‘B’ may be very laid back about their property and generally unconcerned about person ‘A’ borrowing them whereas, person ‘A’ is very precious about their things and expects people to ask first. Both are actually OK about the borrowing of their items yet both expect a different method of approach. Therefore, in our example, person ‘A’ has two options. They either always ask person ‘B’ before borrowing things as they expect others to do to them or, they ease their ownership values to equalise with person ‘B’

Competition has no place within families except during those times designated as ‘games’ and where each family member has agreed that they can compete over an objective.

In a family there is a designated and historical hierarchy which is normally established around generational positions. Therefore, the eldest in the family such as Grandparents are afforded the greatest respect followed by parents and children. A the children become adults they are afforded a higher status but will still need to respect their parents and eldest relatives. The main change is the relationship between siblings. During childhood they may have had an age related status but in adulthood that status needs to be given away and forgotten. All siblings should consider themselves equal in adulthood. Sibling rivalry may seem like a healthy pastime in childhood but, if continued into adult life will almost certainly cause friction. We should all strive to be proud of the achievements of our siblings, to respect their possessions and not seek to compete by insisting on the same things in our own life. Part of this is fully comprehending that they are not competing for parental respect or ‘love’. Most if not all parents have the ability to love equally all their children. No parent has to have a favourite, that is a choice and, a very unhealthy pursuit it is too. All children should be considered equal in our degree of love for them else they will develop feeling inferior, it will prevent them having the best possible start in life.

As if sibling rivalry was not a large enough issue within families the matter is further complicated when others are brought into the family, boyfriends, girlfriends and significant others add another dimension to the family dynamics.

Many ‘outsiders’ feel the need to fight for their rights, for their position at the side of the family member. This is totally unnecessary in most cases. Quite often the partner of our children are welcomed into the family alongside our own children. But, there is a set of rules and understandings to be brought into this equation and there as many different variants to that as there are families. Every family has their communication rules, their expectations, their standard rules of behaviour between themselves and around the house. Mad and inconceivable as it may sound, quite often, all of these are equally valid for all their differences. It is generally not difficult to understand the way each family works and it is no good at all for a person coming into a family to try and force their own family values on their new family. What works brilliantly in one family could be totally unacceptable in another and both families are correct. So, for example, one family may expect their children to do very little around the house and to payroll their children whereas another family expects their children to do chores and pay their way. Both household rules and expectations differ considerably but both are correct. This mean that the child of the first household needs to quickly learn to offer to do things and occasionally dip their hands to their pocket for one household yet, it is perfectly acceptable for them to sit and waited on in another. This is just a normal way of things and has to be respected totally for the complicated family situation to work.

I could continue this for some time, I am hoping that, by now, those who need to understand it have done so. Within my own family there has been some serious errors of communication recently and some difficult adjusting from those who still, after some time, consider themselves on the outside of the family looking in. There is, to my knowledge, no one actually on the outside of this family looking in from those who may consider themselves to be the weekend visitors to this house. Everyone is part of this family. Temporary disagreements are just that. How long they last depends entirely on the one who feels aggrieved and how long they want them to last. In this case, things have been said which were all true. That they were true does not mean that things cannot change with the desire to make them change. We do not always get things right in life, indeed, some times we get them very wrong. Where families have their strength is in their ability to understand the very simple fact, and the main backbone of this blog, just because we sometimes don’t like each other, doesn’t mean we stop loving each other.

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